Chapter 28

I carryHannah to the bed, still deep inside her. She’s warm and velvet-soft, and I don’t want to pull out of her. Whatever spell we’re under, I don’t want it to break.

I’m expecting her to pull away, to tell me how broken I am.

She’s a princess, but I’ve just treated her like a whore, and it’s not how I wanted our first time to go. Not that I believed there would be a first time.

I lower her down on the sheets and lie on top of her, bracing my arms on either side of her body.

Hannah smiles at me, and it’s that smile that convinces me of how thoroughly fucked I am. Because I will do anything for that smile. I will burn down the world for her. I will break every promise.

“That was amazing,” she whispers, and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose.

I capture her lips with mine again, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.

She moans against me, her pussy tightening.

If she keeps this up, I’m going to be ready to go another time and fast. “You’re amazing,” I say, and then I pull back and frown at her, taking in her lips that are bruised red from our kisses, the rash of red across her chin from my beard. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

“You were perfect,” she says. “You were— I mean, let’s be real, I came seven times today.”

“Not enough.”

“The day’s not over yet.” She gives me another impish smile. I kiss her again.

Now that I’m allowing myself to do this, I can’t get enough. Enough of her kisses, the way she tastes, how she smells, her movements, her voice, her name on my lips. I’m already growing hard inside her again.

“I lost control,” I say, against her mouth. “I should’ve been more gentle for our first time.”

“F-First?” Her eyelashes flutter.

“Yes,” I say, and move inside her. I’m ready to go, and even though I’ve just come, I have to measure my breathing to not blow inside her right away. “You are a dream come true, Princess. I’m going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

“Carter,” she whimpers, as I move inside her again. Gentle, slow thrusts.

I’m making love to her rather than fucking her out of control like a beast.

“I’m going to show you what you deserve.” I kiss her, stroking her hair back from her forehead. I sweep her into my arms as I move inside her. I trail a line of wet kisses down her neck, frustrated at the sweater that’s separating us.

“Take it off me,” Hannah whispers. “I want to feel all of you.”

I sit her up and place her in my lap so that I stay inside her. Carefully, I remove the sweater and toss it aside. “You are unbelievable.” The tan flesh, the smooth planes of her stomach, her full breasts, the nipples’ soft peaks. I brush my fingers over her back, and she shivers and tightens on my cock.

“That feels amazing.”

I strip off my shirt and toss it aside, and her gaze lands on my tattoos, then sweeps over my chest and down my abdomen. “Oh my God, this is actually happening.”

I lift her on my dick and settle her back down again. “It’s happening.”

Her breaths hitch, and she shudders against me. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. “Ride me, Princess. Show me how you like it.”

“I like everything you do to me,” she whispers.

Hannah places her hands on my shoulders and moves up and down my cock. She circles her hips, moaning, tossing her head so that soft dark hair slides over her skin. She is immaculate, perfect, and I pulse inside her.

“You’re so fucking good at that, Princess,” I say.

“Carter.” She presses on my chest, and I lay down on the bed for her, watching as she grinds her pussy against me, working herself toward an orgasm. Her body fits mine, and she is fucking magic.

Her lips part, and her eyes are hazy and hooded. I bring my hands up her thighs, squeezing them, and urging her with my touch.

“I’m going to come. I’m going to?—”

“Come for me, Princess.”

She tightens around me, and arches her back, holding herself in place, head dropped back and her throat working around silent screams.

“That’s it,” I whisper. “That’s my girl.” I sit up and take hold of her, roll her over so I’m on top, then start working myself inside her.

The animal in me wants to fuck her raw, until she’s nothing but a keening, wet mess. But there will be plenty of time for that over the next few days. Right now, I want to show her what she deserves, and that means taking my time with her.

Making her come, making her feel as special as she is.

I kiss her neck and suck on her throat. I kiss a path up toward her jawline, down it, and to her gasping lips, all while I move my hips and work my dick inside her.

Hannah whines and clings to me. “It’s so good. It’s so good.”

“Look at me, Princess.”

Those bright blue eyes lock onto me, and she shivers.

“I’ve dreamed of this too,” I say.

She clenches tight.

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” I whisper, stroking her hair back from her head. “You like hearing how much I’ve always wanted you. How hard I get for you.”

“You’ve always?—”

“Always, Hannah,” I say.

She moans against my lips.

“I’ve always wanted this pussy,” I say. “Your mouth.” I take a handful of her hair and tug lightly. “I’ve always wanted to make you come while you sit on my face.”

“Oh my?—”

“And I’ve spent fucking years thinking about you naked. Resisting you. All while you walk around looking like my girl.”

She’s speechless, her gaze on me, her body soft and mellow, moving with mine as I work inside her, nice and slow.

“I’m going to make you come once for every time you’ve tortured me,” I say.

“How many times?”

“I’ve lost count, Princess.” And then I pull back and move my hand between her legs. I toy with her clit, circling it until she’s rising toward me, on the brink of her climax, then stopping again. By the third time I’ve brought her to the edge, she slaps her hands down on the comforter.

“Carter!” she shouts. “I can’t any more. I need to come.”

“You want to come?”

“Yes, please.”

“Tell me how many times you’ve come for me when you were alone.”

“I’ve… lost count.” She circles her hips, seeking release as I kneel between her legs. “Make me come. Make me come!” Hannah slaps her hands down again and grasps fistfuls of the comforter, twisting it like she wants to rip it apart.

“And how many times have you pictured it was me fucking you when you were with one of your exes?”

Her eyes widen.

I’m circling her clit again, and she’s panting, working her pussy on my shaft, losing her mind for me.

“How many times, Princess?”

“Every time.” The words escape her on a whine.

“Good girl,” I say, and, this time, when she reaches the edge, I don’t stop, I drive her over it.

Hannah screams my name repeatedly.

I wait until she’s come down before I move on top of her. “Arms around me. This is going to be fucking rough.”

And then I grab hold of the headboard behind her and start fucking. I pound into Hannah, and her skin flushes, as her eyes roll back in her head, as she comes for me again, speechless, breathless, screaming nothing.

I want to fucking ruin her for all other men on this planet. I want her to remember me when she’s gone. I want her to think of me every night for the rest of her life.

I take us both to the edge, and then I spill inside her, grinding it out. I tug on the headboard hard, and the sound of wood snapping fills the bedroom.

After, I lower myself on top of her again, still inside, and roll onto my back with her on my chest.

Hannah moans a couple more times, but the sounds wane as she drops off to sleep. I grab the comforter and pull it over both of us.

We’ll deal with the broken bed tomorrow.